are we just remembering?
mobius unravelled;
the universe in origami death.
[act one, a crossing in Akihabara]
lights blur, hands shift, flesh, pockets of smoke
cyberia, the world moves like radio fuzz, no purpose
wires swell, words leak, *akane, tokyo-3
before a neural blackout hits—
existence is like
a flat sheet of paper
time folds
in infinite ways.
[act two, cyberia, a thousand years in the future]
children play tag.
nothing is original
nothing is whole.
this is the crease where words gather and sink
back into the unconscious
of the infinite.